The Works of Robert Burns: With an Account of His Life, and a Criticism on His Writings; to which are Prefixed, Some Observations on the Character and Condition of the Scottish Peasantry, Volum 3F. Lucas, jun. and J. Cushing, 1815 |
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... sing in his country's ser- vice - where shall he so properly look for patro- nage as to the illustrious names of his native land ; those who bear the honours and inherit the virtues of their ancestors ? The poetic genius of my coun- try ...
... sing in his country's ser- vice - where shall he so properly look for patro- nage as to the illustrious names of his native land ; those who bear the honours and inherit the virtues of their ancestors ? The poetic genius of my coun- try ...
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... sing of a whistle , a whistle of worth , Is there a whim - inspired fool , It was upon a Lammas night , Jockey's ta'en the parting kiss , John Anderson my jo , John , Ken ye ought o ' captain Grose ? Kilmarnock wabsters , fidge and claw ...
... sing of a whistle , a whistle of worth , Is there a whim - inspired fool , It was upon a Lammas night , Jockey's ta'en the parting kiss , John Anderson my jo , John , Ken ye ought o ' captain Grose ? Kilmarnock wabsters , fidge and claw ...
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... Sing on , sweet thrush , upon the leafless bough , 281 Sir , as your mandate did request , Some books are lies frae end to end , Stay , my charmer , can you leave me ? Stop , passenger ! my story's brief , Sweet flow'ret , pledge o ...
... Sing on , sweet thrush , upon the leafless bough , 281 Sir , as your mandate did request , Some books are lies frae end to end , Stay , my charmer , can you leave me ? Stop , passenger ! my story's brief , Sweet flow'ret , pledge o ...
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... ' Bout vines , an ' wines , an ' drunken Bacchus , An ' crabbit names an ' stories wrack us , An ' grate our lug , I sing the juice Scots bear can mak us , In glass or jug . O thou , my Muse ! guid auld Scotch Drink POEMS . 7 Scotch Drink,
... ' Bout vines , an ' wines , an ' drunken Bacchus , An ' crabbit names an ' stories wrack us , An ' grate our lug , I sing the juice Scots bear can mak us , In glass or jug . O thou , my Muse ! guid auld Scotch Drink POEMS . 7 Scotch Drink,
Side 8
... sing thy name ! Let husky wheat the haughs adorn , An ' aits set up their awnie horn , An ' pease and beans , at e'en or morn , Perfume the plain , Leeze me on thee , John Barleycorn , Thou king o ' grain ! On thee aft Scotland chows ...
... sing thy name ! Let husky wheat the haughs adorn , An ' aits set up their awnie horn , An ' pease and beans , at e'en or morn , Perfume the plain , Leeze me on thee , John Barleycorn , Thou king o ' grain ! On thee aft Scotland chows ...
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aith amang auld baith bard birks of Aberfeldy blate blaw blest blythe bonnie bonnie lasses bosom braes braw Brig bright brunstane burn charms claut dear death deil dimin e'en e'er Ev'n ev'ry fair fate flow'rs frae gang gies glen grace guid hame heart Heav'n Highland honest honour ilka ither John Anderson John Barleycorn Kilmarnock lasses lassie luve maun mony morn mourn muckle muse mutchkin nae mair ne'er never night o'er owre pleasure plough poem poet poor pow'r pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS Samson's dead scene Scotland sing skelpin song soul sugh sweet Syne tear tell thee thegither There's thou thro Tune unco weary weel Whare whistle Whyles wild wind winna wretch ye'll ye're
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Side 104 - They chant their artless notes in simple guise; They tune their hearts, by far the noblest aim : Perhaps ' Dundee's ' wild warbling measures rise, Or plaintive *• Martyrs...
Side 101 - An' makes him quite forget his labour an' his toil. Belyve the elder bairns come drapping in, At service out, amang the farmers roun', Some ca' the pleugh, some herd, some tentie rin A cannie errand to a neebor town : Their eldest hope, their Jenny, woman grown, In youthfu...
Side 105 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing,' That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear, While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Side 104 - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme: How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed; How He, who bore in heaven the second name, Had not on earth whereon to lay His head; How his first followers and servants sped — The precepts sage they wrote to many a land; How he, who, lone in Patmos banished, Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand, And heard great Bab'lon's doom pronounced by Heaven's command.
Side 256 - MY luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June : O, my luve's like the melodie That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I : And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a
Side 149 - And they hae taen his very heart's blood, And drank it round and round; And still the more and more they drank, Their joy did more abound. John Barleycorn was a hero bold, Of noble enterprise ; For if you do but taste his blood, Twill make your courage rise. 'Twill make a man forget his woe; 'Twill heighten all his joy : 'Twill make the widow's heart to sing, Tho
Side 109 - Why was an independent wish E'er planted in my mind ? If not, why am I subject to His cruelty or scorn ? Or why has man the will and pow'r To make his fellow mourn...
Side 182 - And win the keystane of the brig; There, at them thou thy tail may toss, A running stream they dare na cross! But ere the keystane she could make, The fient a tail she had to shake; For Nannie, far before the rest, Hard upon noble Maggie prest, And flew at Tarn wi' furious ettle; But little wist she Maggie's mettle!
Side 111 - mid renewing storms. Is it departing pangs my soul alarms ; Or death's unlovely, dreary, dark abode ? For guilt, for guilt, my terrors are in arms ; I tremble to approach an angry God, And justly smart beneath his sin-avenging rod. Fain would I say, Forgive my foul offence...
Side 182 - And hotch'd and blew wi' might and main, Till first ae caper, syne anither, Tam tint his reason a' thegither And roars out 'Weel done, Cutty-sark!' And in an instant all was dark; And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, When out the hellish legion sallied. As bees bizz out wi' angry fyke, When plundering herds assail their byke; As open pussie's mortal foes, When, pop!